Average woman, Aspiring Supermom: Post B-day blues

Yep, that's right yesterday was my birthday.
And because of the funeral I spent most of the day before and the day of with my hubby's grieving family. So yesterday afternoon at about three when we had some time to give thought to it, I just didn't feel like celebrating.

We had loads of left overs in the fridge that needed to be used. That is what we had for dinner. We went out in search of an ice cream cake. I had seen that Walmart now carried some and was curious to try one. Well the one store we chose to go to was the one store that did not carry ice cream cakes. I didn't want this to become a big production. We stopped at Culver's on the way home and I settled for an oreo concrete cake. Not what I wanted. It was marginal. Max loved it though. And the way the children sang happy birthday was hysterical. We didn't even have any candles we used a lighter.

We have designated Saturday as a make-up B-day so that we can celebrate properly.

There were other disappointments along the way. Since I am one of twelve you would think that there would be many well wishers. Only one remembered to send a card and email. Isn't that sad. My hubby's family did better. I received a card from my hubby's parents, sister, and aunt. As well as numerous Happy B-day wishes amid the grieving. This makes my families showing even more sad. I couldn't even snuggle the hubby. He was simply not mentally there. I felt badly for feeling so blue. It is just depressing to crawl into a cold bed on your b-day. A day to celebrate. I know it will get better. Just bad timing this year.

fairy cake for my sister

I am thankful for few things though. Abby bought my a "mom" necklace a week ago with her own money. That was very sweet. My girlfriend who has a three week old baby even remember and made her customary "Happy B-day" phone call. And there was that beautifully comical rendition of Happy Birthday with a lighter. Really the small things need to be celebrated. I will post here a few cakes I have made for other's b-days that were not so sad. They remind me that where there is frosting a sugar coma blissfully waits.